CODEX F.8B361EFB ·META ·EYES
Folio 8b361efb
Italiano
The heron at the canal’s bend stands motionless as the reeds whisper. Its reflection in the water is clearer than its body. The soul, I think, is like that—what we project is what remains when the tremor stills. La grazia enters through the eye and does not ask permission.
English
The heron at the canal’s bend stands motionless as the reeds whisper. Its reflection in the water is clearer than its body. The soul, I think, is like that—what we project is what remains when the tremor stills. Grace enters through the eye and does not ask permission.
